Brandan Hyde still didn't move.
Iris Harris saw this, sighed softly, and stepped forward to take the medical report from Charles Hyde's hand.
She looked down at the words on the page.
[Hymen rupture, vaginal laceration, soft tissue contusion, multiple irregular bruises.]
Brandan Hyde reached out to grab the medical report from her hand, tore it up expressionlessly, and threw it into the trash can.
He slightly raised his head, revealing a cold and sinister look in his eyes: "I'm not interested in these. Even if I killed her, I wouldn't take responsibility." He curled his lips into a cold smile, "Honestly, you like her so much, why not just marry her for me? After all, you drugged me, I don't want her, so you take responsibility for me, how about that?"
Charles Hyde listened, his face becoming increasingly grim, he raised his hand, and slapped Brandan Hyde hard across the face: "Brandan Hyde, do you even hear yourself talking?!"
